Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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MemoriesWhen I was young, holidays with Daddy were so much fun, he was always up to mischief. For instance, the time he took me to play blind man's bluff at Beachy Head.
He used to take me deer hunting twice a year which was always good fun although I didn't really enjoy when he made me run through the woods with antlers on my cap.
He would always pretend to be disappointed too, like when he took me shark fishing and I fell off the hook.
Ah happy memories of a happy childhood.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 9:22,
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